Wang Jianjun’s black windbreaker has an invisible coating!

This is a piece of equipment that can block thermal detection. Covering clothing with nano-scale paint can block monitoring from radar, infrared, laser and other equipment.

Correspondingly, this can also block "inspiration detection" based on thermal sensing.

This kind of technology is simply unheard of for gangsters. It is a highly technical cutting-edge equipment, but it is not uncommon in military battlefields.

Of course, even the US military cannot equip every soldier with stealth equipment.

But as a professional killer, Wang Jianjun had both money and channels to obtain this kind of technical equipment.

Moreover, his special operations literacy also made him consciously carry out this kind of technical protection.

No wonder!

Wang Jianjun always wears this black windbreaker...

"biu, biu, biu!"

A burst of bullets fired into the trees, making whip sounds.

Zhuang Shikai's blind-fire bullet, which he deployed based on intuition, did not hit the target accurately.

A figure wearing a black hood and a windbreaker flew across the flower garden and appeared at the other end of the flower garden.

"Da da da!" I saw the black figure lowering his head, covering his right arm with his left hand, and holding a military thorn in his mouth. He first crossed the road quickly, and then hid in an alley on the opposite side.

"Crash!" At the same time, Zhuang Shikai pushed aside the bushes with both hands, single-handedly fought to the side of the road, raised his gun with both hands and fired immediately: "Bang, bang!"

Two bullets hit the corner of the wall.

A ray of darkness burst into the alley.

Several cars crossed the road.

Zhuang Shikai always turned on his inspiration detection, but his inspiration detection had no target. Instead, his vision successfully captured the opponent's whereabouts.

So he immediately turned off his inspiration detection, waited until a few cars left, and then strode into the alley.

"Sir Zhuang! Sir Zhuang!" the police officers following behind screamed.

"Whoosh!"

In the alley.

A killer in black spread his legs and propped himself up above the alley.

Zhuang Shikai stood in the alley, raised his head suddenly, and raised his hands to block.

I saw the killer in black clattering, his windbreaker flying, his eyes sharp, holding a three-edged military thorn in one hand, suddenly falling from the sky, and the general stabbed Zhuang Shikai on the head.

"Bang!" Zhuang Shikai bent over, raised his body, and thrust his hands firmly in front of his eyes, relying on his strong waist strength to not retreat at all.

"Haha." Zhuang Shikai looked at Wang Jianjun, who was very close at hand, with a sinister smile on his lips.

At this moment, the smile he showed was even more evil than Wang Jianjun's.

At this time, the two of them were face to face, but a flash of fear flashed in Wang Jianjun's eyes.

But this little bit of fear immediately turned into madness in Wang Jianjun's eyes.

"Ah!!!" Wang Jianjun roared, trying his best but unable to make any progress.

"Get out of the way!" Zhuang Shikai shouted, pushed with both hands, and immediately pushed Wang Jianjun back several meters.

"Da da da." Wang Jianjun held the military thorn in one hand, swaying and retreating step by step.

With only the strength of one arm left, he could only pose a threat to Sir Zhuang by attacking from the air and relying on the force of his fall.

After Zhuang Sir was on guard for a fatal sneak attack, he was able to overpower him in terms of strength and kung fu.

As soon as Wang Jianjun retreated, Mr. Zhuang stepped forward, perfectly interpreting the meaning of "the enemy retreats and we advance!"

Fighting is also about fighting with generals! Low-level fighting methods are based on routines; high-level fighting methods are based on brains!

Zhuang Shikai rushed forward, immediately raised his fist, clatter, clatter, punched from left to right, taunting Wang Jianjun like a shower of rain.

"Pah!" Wang Jianjun instinctively raised his hand to block.

Can you do anything with just one hand?

His head immediately turned into a sandbag, swaying left and right, and his body swayed, retreating further and further. In the blink of an eye, more than ten seconds later, Wang Jianjun's head was bleeding, his eyes were swollen, and he was almost inhuman shape.

Zhuang Shikai shouted words such as "I want you to kill the policeman", "Fuck my brother", "Kill my brother" and so on.

His words coupled with his sharp fists gradually dissipated the depression in his heart.

I saw him exhale slowly, and after punching more than twenty times, he suddenly stopped his hand, shook his numb fingers, four or five times in one second. Then before Wang Jianjun fell to the ground, he stepped forward and raised his hand with his right hand.

With the military thorn in Wang Jianjun's hand, his body was frozen in a bow stance.

"Hey!" Zhuang Shikai grabbed Wang Jianjun's left hand and his military thorn with his right hand, and wiped out Wang Jianjun's neck with an instant kill.

Wang Jianjun, who had been beaten until he was barely alive, suddenly had his artery cut and blood spilled all over the wall. He fell limply to the ground and became a corpse.

Wang Jianjun's body, wearing a black windbreaker, lay on the ground. His neck was cut very deeply and almost half of it was cut off. His death appearance was extremely miserable.

The broken star in the sky dimmed in an instant.

The greedy wolf star shines brightly.

"Huh." Zhuang Shikai stood up and exhaled a long breath, completely eliminating the bad breath in his heart.

I saw him stand up and relax his shoulders, re-button the cuffs of the suit on his wrists, and then adjust the collar of the suit.

"Sir Zhuang! Are you okay?"

At this time, Chen Guozhong led several people through the flower garden and rushed into the alley with guns in both hands.

I saw them pointing their guns towards the ground, aiming at the corpses on the ground. Everyone's pupils shrank sharply, and horror flashed in their eyes.

Beat him to death! Seal his throat!

This kind of scene is rare to see even if it has been a serious crime and anti-gangster case for more than ten years.

However, everyone knows that Wang Jianjun is sharp, and Master Zhuang’s level is also there. No matter what Master Zhuang does, as long as Wang Jianjun dies! Master Zhuang will be fine!

"nothing!"

Zhuang Shikai responded to several police officers with cold eyes. It was fate that Wang Jianjun died under his own knife.

After he withdrew his gaze, he would only give instructions: "You guys stay here and guard the scene."

"I'll deal with Wang Bao again."

Chen Guozhong and several police officers looked at each other, nodded obediently and said: "Yes, sir."

These police officers are doing their job well, they just charge into battle and fight the boss.

own hatred.

Report in person.

Dude's revenge!

Boss reports!

Killing one Wang Jianjun is not enough.

Tonight will not end until Wang Bao dies.

Zhuang Shikai's men are good at marksmanship, and there are many talented people who can lead troops into battle, and there are also many who have excellent management and commanding abilities. However, there are not many people with excellent kung fu who are qualified to deal with a master like Wang Bao.

This has something to do with the fact that the police force doesn't pay much attention to fists and kicks. It also has something to do with the fact that people who practice martial arts act recklessly and don't stand out.

After Zhuang Shikai said a few words, he turned and walked out of the alley, sat back in the police car, picked up the intercom next to the driver's seat and shouted: "Call the main station, I am 0591 Superintendent Zhuang Shikai, transfer the o for me."

"Operation begins!" Zhuang Shikai let go of the intercom, shifted into gear, and drove the police car towards the target apartment.

"Yes, Superintendent Zhuang." Inside the main station, a policewoman agreed in a clear voice and immediately began to convey the order.

Headquarters, Secretary O, dozens of police officers were already armed and ready to go.

After receiving the order from the main station, reporter o immediately dispatched a large number of troops and went straight to the target location.

Zhuang Shikai planned an action plan for each step before the action started.

Complete one step.

You can take the next step right away.

I saw the police car rushing all the way through the border, speeding like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived at the apartment building in Tsim Sha Tsui.

…

"Puff, puff, puff!" Outside a door on a certain floor of a high-rise building.

There was a sound of a horse boy falling to the ground.

Zhuang Shikai released his wrist, pushed open the solid wood door, and walked into the luxurious suite.

"Amy."

"Take care of the baby first." Wang Bao was sitting on the black leather sofa, holding a cigar in his mouth. He was still wearing a suit and vest, but he was talking on the phone with his head down.
To be continued...